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If the Morse code issue was simply something Hannah found absurd, then...

This order made her start to wonder if she was hallucinating due to the high pressure in the deep sea.

"...Kyle?"

Hannah's voice was filled with uncertainty, "I need to confirm...you mean...steak?"

"Tomahawk steak. Medium-rare. Any problems?"

Kyle's voice was flat.

"No...no. There's a French chef on board. But...who's it for?"

This question revealed the thoughts of another person in the cabin.

Professor Archibald's wrinkled face contorted in pain.

He looked at Shen Fei as if he were looking at a madman.

Shen Fei ignored Hannah and took the communicator from Kyle.

"Hannah, tell the chef to use that piece of Angus beef."

"The side dishes should be black truffle and white asparagus, and the tableware should be the Hermès set."

"Also, prepare a bottle of 82 Petrus."

"This is basic etiquette for entertaining guests."

After saying that, Shen Fei hung up the communication immediately.

He did not give Hannah a chance to ask any more questions.

"You're insane...you're really insane."

Professor Archibald lunged at him from the opposite sofa, but was stopped by Kyle's outstretched arm.

The arm remained completely still.

"That's not a guest. That's a monster three hundred meters long, the Leviathan from mythology. Don't you understand? It wants the key, it wants our lives."

The professor spat out his saliva.

"We just deployed satellites and attack submarines. You think this is a war game? It's for survival, not for you to feed the monsters steaks."

Shen Fei leaned back in his seat, slowly adjusting his cuffs.

The Gulfstream G650 flight was very smooth, and the sea of ​​clouds outside the window shimmered with gold in the sunlight.

"Professor, you still don't understand."

Shen Fei raised his eyes, his gaze calmly landing on Archibald's face.

Why does it use Morse code?

The professor was stunned.

"Because it knows this is a language we can understand. It's trying to communicate, which shows it has intelligence and isn't just a beast that only knows how to kill."

"Since it's communication, it's not a threat, but a negotiation. It presents its conditions: 'Bring it in, or leave it behind.'"

Shen Fei held up two fingers.

"Now, it's my turn to play my card."

"Steak and red wine are symbols of hospitality and status in human civilization. I'm not inviting them to dinner, Professor."

Shen Fei's voice was soft, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"I'm telling it that I am the master of this sea."

"If it wants to sit down and negotiate, it has to follow my rules."

Professor Archibald's mouth was open, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He felt his brain was being overwhelmed by a crazy and domineering logic.

This young man's battlefield is not on the physical level.

He is using symbols of civilization to provoke a monster from mythology.

Just then, an encrypted window popped up on the touchpad in front of Kyle.

David Murray is very efficient.

"Boss, the 'Sky Eye' satellites one through three have adjusted their orbits, and the optical and radar imaging of the target sea area has been synchronized."

On the touchpad, the dark expanse of the North Atlantic was divided into countless grids.

The image, viewed from 36,000 kilometers above, clearly shows the outline of the "Atlant" after analysis.

Lines of data streams refreshed alongside.

Sea surface wind speed: 12 knots

Wave height: 1.8 meters

Surface water temperature: 11.2 degrees Celsius

【高能反应源锁定：坐标北纬41°43′15″，西经49°56′49″】

[Energy fluctuation frequency: 0.02 Hz, stable]

A huge outline appeared on the rendered image on the screen, emitting a ghostly blue light.

Its massive size allowed it to hover silently directly above the Titanic wreckage.

The deep blue light illuminated the seabed for several kilometers around.

"Professor, come and take a look."

Shen Fei waved to Archibald.

The old professor walked over shakily, and when he saw the clear outline of the monster on the screen, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed.

"God...this is...the gravedigger..."

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Shen Fei's finger lightly swept across the screen, zooming in on the outline.

"Its structure is symmetrical and its energy is contained. This is a perfect predator, a product of deep-sea evolution."

His tone was as if he were admiring a work of art.

"Kyle, forward this real-time energy fluctuation chart to Hannah."

"Have her drive the ROV Victor 6000 over there, keeping a distance of 500 meters. I need to get a closer look at this guest's details."

Kyle typed on the keyboard, and a new command was issued.

Archibald stared at the dot representing ROV on the screen, cautiously approaching the huge blue shadow, his heart pounding in his chest.

"It...it will attack."

"Won't."

Shen Fei's gaze never left the screen. "It's waiting for me, waiting for the key. Before the target appears, it's not interested in small fry below its energy level."

"This is the arrogance of an apex predator."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kyle's other communicator rang.

It's Ivan.

"My Chinese friend, the 'Abyss Walker' is speeding out of Gibraltar. Those guys in the engine room are pushing the engines to 120 percent power. I bet the NATO anti-submarine planes chasing behind can't even smell its exhaust."

Ivan's booming voice was full of fervor.

"It should arrive at the coordinates you gave me in eleven hours. Every single 'gift' in the submarine is polished to a shine. Seriously, what big shot have you messed with? Should I send you that rare 'Wrath of the Sea' nuclear torpedo too?"

"Not for now."

Shen Fei's answer was calm: "Just let it wait at the designated location."

"Alright, as you say. Have fun, my lord."

Ivan hung up the phone.

Private satellites are watching from the sky, attack submarines are waiting underwater, and a $100 million Viking Tomahawk is at hand. And he himself is sitting in this business jet, overlooking his hunting grounds from high above.

The professor looked at Shen Fei's profile and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

This is beyond insanity.

This was a gesture he couldn't understand.

He was hunting.

The plane began to descend, passing through thick clouds.

The deep blue surface of the North Atlantic Ocean appeared outside the porthole.

Shen Fei turned off the screen in front of him.

He stood up, walked back to the bar, and poured himself another glass of Yamazaki 55.

He didn't drink; he simply held his glass and quietly gazed at the calm sea outside the window.

Kyle's voice sounded behind him.

"Boss, news from the 'Atlantean'."

"The steak... is ready."

Shen Fei raised his glass to the ocean surface, a smile curving his lips.

"very good."

"Have Hannah set the dining table directly on the deck at the stern."

"Facing it directly."